Great Short Books Novels & Stories

Just dust, cracked leather spines, and silence thick enough to swallow sound. Tonight the air felt heavier. Cooler. I walked the rows until I found the erotica section. Tucked in a forgotten corner. Books no one requested. I pulled one down. Thick. Heavy. Red cloth cover worn thin at the edges. Title embossed in faded gold: The Last Sin. I didn’t read the author. I didn't care. I just needed the weight of it in my hands. Only one chair remained usable. Old oak. Faded green velvet cushion. Everything else was either broken or missing legs. I sat. Skirt rode up my thighs. No panties tonight. I never wore them here.

She had no business feeling this way not about him, not when she was his student, and definitely not while she was supposed to focus on his lecture. “Turn to page one-hundred and twelve,” he said, his voice a low command that resonated through the room. Heather opened her book, but her attention flickered between the words and the man pacing in front of the whiteboard. He didn’t teach like the others, there was no droning or lifeless repetition, Every sentence was straightforward, each concept alive when it left his mouth, He wasn’t just brilliant, to her he was intoxicating. Halfway through the lecture he looked up directly at her.

“George is the name. And I'm two and seven inches. As at when I last checked.” “What do you mean by that? You think that rubbish between your legs will grow any longer?” Anna scolded him with a scornful smirk and he shrank back into his seat. George was the guy who mistakenly called Anna, miss instead of madam earlier. “Next person!” Anna shouted. “My name is Adam, madam. And, I'm three and a quarter inches.” “Michael. Three and four inches” “I'm Jeremiah. Jerry for short and I'm two and six inches”

Jessie was hopeless when it came to love. And me? I honestly didn’t give two shits about love. Love felt like smoke, beautiful from afar but impossible to hold. Why chase love when you could simply have fun? The look on Jessie’s face told me she was seriously considering trying dick. “Shall we head to class now? It starts in a few minutes,” I urged while rising to my feet. I grabbed my books while she slowly stood up, adjusted her clothes, and picked up her bag. Hooking my arm around hers, we headed toward the lecture room together.

TALES OF INSTANT LUST - SHORT READS Preface Greetings, Reader Welcome to a world where passion flares up in the most unexpected places, where lust takes the stage, and where desire never waits. The concept behind "Tales of Instant Lust" was that not all love stories have to be quiet or poetic. Irresistible chemistry, unsaid tension, and raw hunger can sometimes express more than a thousand romantic words ever could. Designed for people who want their fantasies to be served quickly, hot, and unrestrained, these stories are brief, intense, and explicitly sexy.

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You guys have been the absolute best audience a writer could ask for. If you've been around since the beginning, you know this "short story" had a little identity crisis. It started as a quick idea, a little spark, and then it just... kept growing. Like a very polite, very well-dressed monster that just wouldn't stop eating my brain cells. And now, here we are, at the final page. This book is done! And I’m going to be honest with you about the ending, particularly that final chapter. I know some of you might be thinking, "Curvy, what gives? Where was the last-minute spice? The grand finale hookup?"

The Story of Russell and Samantha: NOTE, THIS EPISODE IS TAKEN FROM 'NOT YOUR AVERAGE GEEK', A STORY BY THE SAME AUTHOR CURRENTLY LEFT ON-HOLD. ***** I woke up drenched in sweat. It's almost November, yet California weather is as always; unpredictable.

It was called ‘brief writing’. Brief writing is nothing but a conversational summary of every other bestseller that made it to the public. If one is not interested in reading the whole book, he/ she can opt to read the brief writing and bam! He’d be conversant about the three-hundred-page novel enough to not only talk about it in public but also put forward an opinion. For many busy Alphas like me–it is nothing less than pure magic. In less than twenty-five pages, it instils confidence alongside quotation and so I have been surviving in the ‘society; with my envious intellect.

Brooklyn asked. Turning away from Kendall, he said, “It’s a short piece about a man looking back on his life as he is dying.” “Wow, that sounds interesting,” Addy said. “I think it sounds a bit depressing,” Shea said, frowning. Brooklyn nudged her and said, “I think that sounds fascinating. I can’t wait to see it.” “I’ll have to let you know when the festival is and get you some tickets if you’d like to see it,” he offered.